The Spirit Master army roared as it crashed through the mountain gate of the main peak!
In an instant, the entire sect erupted—traps and formations flaring one after another!
Three thousand disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan stood against nearly ten thousand Spirit Masters from Spirit Hall!
The enemy's numbers were overwhelming.
But the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan had no shortage of support-type Spirit Masters.
Their disciples fought in squads of three or four, shielding a support-type in the center—
Such formations allowed them, barely, to hold their ground against the onslaught.
"Flatten the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan!"
Nearly ten thousand Spirit Masters advanced like a tidal wave of destruction, thundering over the white jade steps as they slammed into the disciples' ranks.
"Fight to the death! Not one step back!"
The disciples roared in unison.
Blades, spears, swords, halberds—countless weapons imbued with Spirit Power flew from their hands, transforming into a storm of cold, gleaming steel that tore into the oncoming tide.
Psshhh—
Psshhh—
The sound of blades slicing flesh filled the air without pause.
The vanguard of Spirit Hall's army hit the formation like ramming into a wall of razors—
their bodies pierced, shredded by the flood of weapon-born Spirit Power.
Severed limbs and torn viscera scattered into the sky, swallowed by the deafening cries of battle.
Thick blood soaked into the stone steps, slick and glistening red.
The blockade looked fearsome—
but before the sea of enemies, it was nothing but a stone tossed into the waves—
a brief, bloody ripple.
The endless army of Spirit Hall surged forward, trampling their still-warm comrades' corpses, splashing through blood and flesh, eyes crimson with madness.
Nearly ten thousand Spirit Rings flared together—
five-colored light weaving into a chaotic, lethal galaxy!
The brilliance illuminated the trembling mountain gate—
and the twisted, frenzied faces of every combatant!
Among the defenders stood Ning Rongrong.
In her palm floated the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda,
its radiant light amplifying the elders' strength.
Though the sect members urged her to withdraw,
she stubbornly stood her ground.
Familiar faces fell one after another—
tears mingling with blood, streaking across her face.
She bit her lip hard, her hands trembling—
yet she held the pagoda even steadier.
"Brother Zhexian…"
"Brother Zhexian will come…"
This was no longer a battle—
it was a blood-soaked meat grinder!
Every passing breath claimed countless lives.
The reek of blood soared to the heavens,
and even the lofty mountain peak seemed to wear a shroud of scarlet grief.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Devil Bear Douluo's laughter rolled through the mountains,
his bloodshot eyes gleaming like molten copper.
"No matter how strong you four are—"
"So what if you four are powerful?!"
"Once we keep you occupied, my Spirit Hall army will crush your gates to dust!"
He pointed downward with a cruel grin—
the Seven Treasure disciples were falling like wheat before the scythe.
Ning Fengzhi's body trembled violently.
The gentle features that had always carried a scholar's warmth—
now twisted with killing intent, verging on madness.
Yet beneath that fury, his heart was still as clear as a mirror—
The real decider of victory was here, on this battlefield!
If one Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall were to fall—
it would be worth ten thousand lives!
Boom!
Ning Fengzhi's white robes whipped in the storm.
Behind him, the towering Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda grew even higher—
its radiant brilliance cascading down like a river of stars,
pouring divine amplification into the bodies of Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Dugu Bo!
The four Spirit Hall Douluo, seeing this, released their own power in defiance,
their Spirit Power surging to the heavens!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Seven torrents of Spirit Power flared upward like pillars reaching the heavens—
And in the next instant—
Seven figures clashed once more!
Chen Xin alone fought Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo—
yet he showed no sign of faltering.
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand howled toward the heavens,
its blood-hued killing intent painting half the night sky red,
forcing Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo to retreat step by step!
"What a Sword Dao Chen Xin!"
"Truly the undisputed master of swordsmanship beneath the heavens!"
Yue Guan roared, thrusting the Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum forward to block a strike—
Chi!
BOOM!
His Martial Soul trembled; golden petals shuddered and scattered.
The Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was famed for its diamond-like resilience—
but Yue Guan's Martial Soul was far from flawless.
He stumbled back,
and Ghost Douluo's shadowy form caught him.
"Old Ghost! Combine our strength!"
Boom!
Yue Guan stamped forward,
his nine Spirit Rings flaring one after another.
A deep-black ring blazed to life.
"Sixth Spirit Ability—Golden Stamen Radiant Flow!"
Ghost Douluo dissolved into shadow,
his form flickering between reality and illusion—
even the Seven Kill Sword struggled to track him.
The Ghost Domain thickened,
filling the sky with countless ghostly phantoms that engulfed Chen Xin's white figure.
"Sixth Spirit Ability—Phantom Demon Apparition!"
The Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum burst into full bloom,
its core spraying beams of golden radiance that screamed through the air like thunderbolts.
The overlapping phantoms surged with explosive power—
and detonated all at once!
Two Titled Douluo—
two Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Abilities—
their might shook the heavens.
But at the heart of that raging maelstrom—
A calm voice pierced through the chaos like a sword through the noise:
"Watch closely…"
"This is the Seven Kill Sword Dao."
No one knew to whom Chen Xin spoke.
The moment his voice fell—
A crimson sword light split the storm apart.
"The Seven Kills are my bones,
The sword is my soul—
This body itself, a blade that severs the heavens."
The sword's light burned crimson—
unmatched in sharpness, absolute in dominance.
Everywhere it passed, Spirit Power storms shattered,
ghostly phantoms and golden radiance annihilated in an instant.
The sword qi stretched for thousands of meters—
A distant mountain peak was cleaved clean in half,
collapsing with a thunderous roar,
its severed face polished smooth as a mirror.
"Retreat!"
Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo recoiled in horror.
"Skirmish him—don't face Chen Xin head-on!"
Ghost Douluo shouted hoarsely,
"Wait until the army finishes slaughtering the sect's disciples—!"
...
Elsewhere on the battlefield—
Gu Rong stood atop the Bone Dragon's skull,
locked in brutal melee with Devil Bear Douluo's Blood Devil Mad Bear.
Bone shards and bear's blood rained through the air.
Yet, shockingly—
the fiercest battle of all was that between Dugu Bo and Ghost Leopard Douluo.
Their nine Spirit Rings blazed,
each unleashing Spirit Abilities that collided violently,
the sky and earth quaking under their exchange.
Dugu Bo's white hair streamed upward,
his green robe whipping in the storm of spirit power.
A thin trail of blood curved down from the corner of his mouth,
and within his serpent-green eyes, a glint of killing frost shimmered.
"Old poison," Ghost Leopard sneered, "so you've reached rank ninety 94—what of it?"
His taunt had barely finished—
when the two clashed palms again!
Dugu Bo's wiry arm bulged with veins,
and he was hurled backward hundreds of meters by the impact.
Ghost Leopard lunged, intent on finishing him off—
But the mountain beneath them collapsed.
But then—
the cliff beneath them exploded.
The Four-Headed Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor coiled out,
its massive body crushing the peaks as it lashed around Ghost Leopard's true form!
Dugu Bo's voice came cold and low—
"Now… what do you say?"
As his words fell,
the four-headed serpent constricted violently.
Crack—
Crack—
The serpent's coils tightened—
bones snapped under the unbearable pressure.
"Ghh… ghhh…"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's eyes bulged, blood gushing from his mouth.
He slashed desperately, claws piercing into the serpent's scales—
Puchi!
Jets of green blood sprayed into the air.
"Damn!"
Dugu Bo's face went pale.
The serpent's four heads reared at once—
emerald eyes flaring with blinding light that swallowed Ghost Leopard Douluo whole.
His Spirit Rings flashed wildly as he tried to unleash a Spirit Ability—
but it was too late!
From his crown downward, stone crept rapidly, freezing him mid-strike.
Exhausted, Dugu Bo released the serpent's coils,
falling from the sky—
His hoarse voice
boomed across the battlefield:
"Wind Sword!"
"If you don't strike now—then when?!"
Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo, and Devil Bear Douluo's faces all changed drastically.
"What?!"
Dugu Bo's words echoed across the night sky.
And then—
the world fell silent.
All the shattered leaves and swirling dust—
began to move in unison,
flowing toward a single point.
As if the heavens and earth themselves—
were the sheath of an invisible Wind Sword,
now slowly being drawn.